Thursday, September 07, 2006

Speaking of beauty...

Swift things are beautiful;
Swallows and deer,
And lightning that falls
Bright-veined and clear,
Rivers and meteors,
Wind in the wheat,
The strong-withered horse,
The runner's sure feet.

And slow things are beautiful:
The closing of day,
The pause of the wave
That curves downward to spray,
The ember that crumbles,
The opening flower,
And the ox that moves on
In the quiet of power.

Swift Things are Beautiful By Elizabeth Coatsworth

3 comments:

Erin said...

That is such a beautiful poem! And I love the picture of the horses. ;)

Traci said...

Wow! That is indeed very beautiful!
I don't really like poetry that much,but, I liked that one!
See ya soon!

Sparky the Happy Giraffe said...

That seems like a straightforward and... pleasant poem. Just my impression. Very nice.